Protesters gathering in Minnesota in the name of George Floyd and other Black victims of police brutality. Kerem Yucel AFP/Getty Images

We live for today when tomorrow is gone.

We live to breathe air that we saw as eyes closed to open lids in mourning.

Tears ruffle floods of moments in stance of the dead in coffins that crack from duress.

We live to defy the shame of yesteryears with present queries.

We live in moving dunes and hoisted memories serving as sways to motionless streams.